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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Post is definitely coming tonight!

(as much as I wish I could delay it longer)

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers

Still around! Going to be working on my CS today for the Lord of Slibah.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers

I've gotten pretty sick recently so I haven't had a chance to work on a sheet, but I'll be aiming to hopefully have a sheet up for the Lord of Slibah soon as I can. :)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore@Morose

Well, if you can't beat 'em...

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

You're a very bad person, you know that?

Just so I can clarify, he's got the thought in his mind, does that mean he's totally compelled to follow it, or able to resist? (At least partially oh god)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Salem Train Station
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Glancing back and forth as he stood on the platform, Liam's eyes drifted over the smaller crowd in search of the woman from his vision. In his searching, he did spot the two men by the guard station, raising an eyebrow at the badge. He hadn't gotten a particularly clear look, but the conversation he overheard nearby arrayed that as he spotted the woman he was there for. For now, he watched the brunette on the phone, but made no move closer, idly listening to the conversation as he tried his best to remain inconspicuous, glancing down to his ticket and occasionally back to the woman from his vision.

It wasn't particularly difficult for Liam to establish that the two younger ladies he had been listening to weren't exactly normal. Whether they were human, demons or something else entirely though, that he couldn't work out just then. As they mentioned Coventry, he sighed. Normally in a situation like this he'd follow the women back to Coventry, usually because he'd be dragged back by Aloise, but still. Then it dawned on him, Aloise was still in Coventry, it was the best he could get to being in two places at once. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, glancing down at a random text as he chuckled softly to himself, pretending to have read something amusing as he switched it to the camera. Holding his phone up, he took a dorky selfie, making sure he got the two women in the background before he texted it off to Aloise.

To: Aloise
Don't know what the two girls are (flowers in their hair), but they're probably going to be starting up trouble in Coventry soon.

Tucking his phone back away in his pocket, he sighed and focused back on the woman he'd come here for. He shook his head, moving further down to where she was, now avoiding looking in her direction if he could, checking the time as he waited for the train. He was somewhat brought back to his days as a journalist, following a source to try and get a story when they wouldn't share it. Of course, back then there was less of a risk of death.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Feeling Aziza's hand on his arm, Harry glanced down to it before looking back up at her. He smiled softly, gently setting his other hand over her own to return the gentle squeeze as he looked back toward Vera as she stood. He was pleased to see the woman had come to, and that the situation was being resolved. Ideally, herself and the American would be able to resolve whatever it was that may have been going on between them in a more private setting, rather than the rather dramatic, public setting they had been involved in at that moment. As William swept Vera off her feet, and their party began to leave the room, he raised an eyebrow, it seemed that the American at least, didn't seem to care much for how public their business was.

Hearing Aziza's voice again, he turned back toward her, giving her a soft smile as he nodded, heading back over toward the table as he sat beside her. What was left of his breakfast was somewhat cold now, between helping Aziza get her own and the ordeal with lady Vera, he hadn't been able to enjoy its freshness. He didn't mind too much however, Harry was far more used to cold, wet, half-cooked and usually appalling food, that a well-cooked and prepared breakfast, cold or otherwise, was still a luxury to the man as he picked up his fork and went back about enjoying his meal.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Carrying Vera along and out of the cafeteria, William didn't mind her insistence upon a chaperone too much, simply following behind the medic as he kept a gentle hold upon Vera in his arms, glancing down toward Lauren as she spoke up towards him. He gave her a nod, recalling that he'd only briefly met her the night before. He was, at the very least, pleased to have been introduced with a first name, rather than yet another title he was supposed to remember or care about. "William, i'd give you a hand to shake but they're both a little full with clumsy, here." He smiled smugly, seeming pleased with himself for his quip as he glanced down to Vera.

When his eyes met her however, his smug grin quickly disappeared. He felt odd, holding her and watching her there, that brief feeling of jealousy returned, but it was overridden yet again by another feeling in his chest. It was a warm feeling, like he wanted to laugh but no joke had been told, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. It certainly couldn't have come from the fact he was holding her, no, William had been with many women in far more intimate situations than this, but he'd never had a feeling quite like this one. He pushed the feeling away for the time being however, he had no time to fuss over what was wrong with himself as he spoke up toward Vera this time.

"You're alright, aren't you?" The comment did not come with any snarkiness or sarcasm, in fact, perhaps for the first time since they had met, William seemed to be speaking to Vera with a genuine sense of concern in his voice. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her closely as he walked and waited for her answer. Although he was sure the medic would insist that she was fine, he wanted to know from her what was wrong, though he doubted even she knew, or would care to tell him.

High Casual Medieval RP?

Colour me curious (or interested, either works)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: The road to Salem -> Salem Train Station
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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With his speed on the highway, Liam was pleased with how quickly he was able to get to Salem. It only took him a few minutes to find the train station, pulling up outside as he kicked the stand down, taking his keys from the ignition as he worked his helmet off, setting it down atop the bike as he climbed off, looking toward the station's entrance. As the two women with flowers in their hair caught his eye, he raised an eyebrow, he wasn't entirely sure what it was, but he had an odd sort of feeling about them. For now, he forced himself to shake it from his mind, he was there for a purpose, and he only had so much time to deal with the killer.

Hurrying into the train station, he quickly bought a ticket for the same train as the killer's, hurrying down to the platform as he shifted between the crowd, looking around for the woman he was there for. He wasn't about to attack her or even accuse her in the seconds after he saw her. No, he wanted to learn more first, the vision had taught him some things, but not enough as far as the prophet was concerned. There was more to this mystery, he just knew it.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Harry sighed as he stood with Aziza, he noticed as she brought her finger to her lips, signing for Josephine and Haakon to hush their conversation. Casually, his eyes glanced from Aziza then to the Lord-Major and back to Haakon, he had to admit that the growing tension in the group, particularly between the journalist and a few other members of their party, had begun to grow into something of a concern for the retired soldier. In his experience, such rifts, minor or otherwise, only tended to grow more and more rather than resolving, and they could tend to mean life or death for a group in danger. They may not have been heading into a warzone, but there was an unmistakable danger about the events they were involved in, in Harry's eyes, it simply had not come to a head just yet.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Harry was returned to the present events as he finally saw the Medic come into the room. He didn't know the man, something he was pleased about in all honesty, since returning to Egypt Harry had often wondered about the possibility of running into one of the men he'd served alongside, and he wasn't entirely sure such a reunion would be a welcome one, it would still be rather raw. Watching as the man moved down to Vera and helped her up to her feet, Harry took a step back to give her some more room, unable to help but raise an amused eyebrow as the man began to insist that William, of all those there, be the one to carry Vera off to the sick bay.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Sighing as he looked down at Vera, William's gaze drifted back and forth from Vera and Lauren as she held the bottle in front of Vera's face. While the silence in the room was broken by Vera's soft voice, William was too far away to hear clearly what she had said in her soft whisper, leaning closer for a moment before she suddenly slid back and sat up, rather quickly recovered from her faint status as she sat on the floor. His attention was ripped from her before he could say or do anything, spotting the Medic as he came in through William's peripherials. For now, William chose to remain quiet as he watched the man come closer to check her out, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited.

His gaze did catch hers as she briefly looked in his direction and then suddenly away, but he made no comment in regards to it. He found it odd that she looked so quickly away, perhaps she knew how angered, frustrated or annoyed by her relationship with Peter he was. Perhaps she knew but didn't care, she could have been intentionally trying to make him jealous as some sort of mockery, the gall! As the medic spoke up again, William's attention was dragged away again, his eyes focusing on the man as he raised an eyebrow, taking a moment or two to understand what he was asking of him.

William watched and listened as Vera insisted against it, saying she could walk, that she'd be fine, but still the Medic persisted. But why should William help? He was just a bystander now, he owed her nothing, for all he knew, Vera was quite possibly doing this with the intention of irritating him. No, he would not help her, he was his own man, he did not need to cow-tow to the likes of her, merely for the chance of being near her agai-. "Well, you heard him, doctor's orders." His mouth ran ahead of his brain, moving closer as he swept Vera off her feet, lifting her up as he started to carry her along after the medic.